Lín Fàng glanced at the clock in the lounge. After about a minute, he unhurriedly went upstairs to a private room. Before leaving, however, he deliberately gave a signal to someone in the main hall.
Lǐ Liánkuí, the leader of the Mountain Demon Squad, was also mingling with the crowd there. Seeing Lín Fàng's signal, he immediately and imperceptibly got up and went outside the lounge.
At this time, in a private room on the second floor of the bathhouse.
That scoundrel Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng had already embraced a gaudily dressed pleasure woman. He wore a lecherous, stupefied expression, his calloused hands constantly fumbling over the woman's graceful body, provoking her to emit a series of lascivious moans.
"Lord, how is it? My massage skills are pretty good, aren't they?"
The woman, named Màn Lì, had a good figure and a pretty face. Although she was only in her early twenties, she had been in the flesh trade for two years, a typical case of selling her body but not her skills.
However, just as Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng was getting excited and wanted to go further, Miss Màn Lì always skillfully evaded him with feigned resistance, making him feel ravenous and a fire surge through his abdomen.
"Mmmph~ Lord, you're so annoying!"
"You can't do this, okay? How can I give you a massage if you do this?"I'm almost losing strength~"
Miss Màn Lì's breath was like orchid fragrance, her delicate voice like a kitten's claws scratching Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's heart, making him itch unbearably!
But just as he was thinking about how to break through the woman's defenses, in the next instant, the lights in the private room flickered and then went out completely.
"Ah~ Why did the lights suddenly go out?"
"Did the lights break?"
Miss Màn Lì exclaimed, seemingly afraid of the dark. At this moment, there was also a commotion outside, but soon, the soothing and explanatory voices of the guards and service staff could be heard, saying that the entire bathhouse had lost power and that staff had been arranged to resolve the issue, urging everyone to remain calm.
As a large number of factories and residents from the Chinese districts moved into the concessions, the electricity consumption in the concessions has soared. Although the Yángshùpǔ power plant was operating day and night, it was still difficult to meet such high electricity demand, so power outages were common.
"Yōshi!"
However, faced with this sudden situation, Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng was not alarmed but pleased, wanting to strike while the iron was hot in the dark.
"Oh dear, you're annoying~ Lord, I'm not ready yet!?Miss Màn Lì exclaimed tenderly, while actively leaning into Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's arms.
As an experienced hand in this area, she knew exactly what men liked, her measures and timing were spot on.
"Yōshi!" Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng, like a pig, scooped up Miss Màn Lì and threw her onto the nearby couch.
"Oh dear, Lord, you're hurting me! Be gentle~"
Miss Màn Lì playfully punched Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's chest with her small fists, feigning annoyance.
Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng was about to pounce when, in a daze, Miss Màn Lì suddenly saw a vague dark figure flash past behind him in the darkness.
"Huh? What was that?!"
"Did my eyes deceive me?!"
But before Miss Màn Lì could react, in the next instant, the dark figure suddenly and mysteriously appeared behind the unsuspecting Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng.
It's unclear what the dark figure did to him, but almost simultaneously, Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng let out a pig-like scream. Before the scream could even finish, he fell to the ground on all fours, then began to convulse like someone having an epileptic fit.
"This… This… This…!"
Miss Màn Lì had never encountered such a scene before. At that moment, she was utterly terrified, speechless. Her mind went blank, and her body trembled violently.
However, as she was panicking and at a loss, the dark figure moved again. This time, the figure was holding several wooden chopsticks-like objects and brutally stabbed them into Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng, who was writhing on the ground.
One of the chopstick-like objects seemed to aim for Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's lower body. As soon as it was inserted, Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's eyes widened. He stopped convulsing, and his upper body reflexively lifted off the ground, only to be kicked back down by the dark figure.
This feeling was worse than the castration of eunuchs in feudal dynasties. That scoundrel Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng was in extreme pain, sweating profusely, rolling on the ground in agony. He opened his mouth wide, but for some reason, his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't utter a sound. Instead, white foam continuously flowed out, indicating he was deeply poisoned.
The dark figure, still not satisfied, inserted another chopstick-like object directly into Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's open mouth, decisively sending him to meet his maker.
The dark figure, Lín Fàng, suddenly attacked, and Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's death all happened in a flash. Miss Màn Lì's mind had just begun to process what was happening, and by chance, at the very last moment of the Japanese bastard's death, a stream of cold liquid splashed onto her.
"What is this?!"
"Why is it so cold…"
She instinctively touched it with her hand. Feeling the strange sensation on her fingers, Miss Màn Lì suddenly had a bad premonition.
"Could it be… Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng's blood?"
"Ah! Murder…!"
"Help… Help me! Someone come…"
Màn Lì's face turned ashen with fright and she burst into tears. She couldn't help but scream and loudly call for help, curling up in a corner, trembling.
Hearing her cries for help, the dark figure was neither angry nor intervened. He simply said coldly, "Your screams are too loud. I don't like it. Can you be quieter?"
Upon hearing this, Màn Lì thought the person before her was about to attack her and was so scared that she instantly lost her voice, not daring to breathe another sound.
This dark figure was clearly here for revenge, and likely a cold-blooded assassin who killed without batting an eye! Her reason told her that the person before her was ruthless, and if she angered him, he might take her life.
She was terrified, how could she dare to call for help loudly? She could only sob softly and plead.
"Good sir… Spare my life…"
"This humble woman… was forced by him… It has nothing to do with me!"
"Please spare me… Whatever you want me to do, I will do it!"
In response, the dark figure spoke again, coldly saying, "Why do business with the Japanese instead of others? Are the little things the Japanese peddle even worth calling things?"
Màn Lì immediately responded tearfully, "Yes, yes, yes… This humble woman will never dare again…"
As she spoke, a series of noisy footsteps sounded in the corridor outside. It seemed Màn Lì's earlier cries for help had indeed attracted the attention of the bathhouse guards.
Soon, four or five guards, holding flashlights, rushed into the room in a hurry. Upon entering, they found the body of Gāngběn Rìtāiroláng lying in a pool of blood, undeniably dead, as well as Miss Màn Lì, who had fainted. Other than that, there was no sign of the killer anywhere...